Juno, Queen Of The Asteroids Poem by Paul Amrod

Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
Hear a whispering wind blowing softly through the vacuum
Sense the twisting memory of Juno's lavish perfume
Astronomers ponder the lesion of her planet
as she circles nearly each third year the sun.
Astrologers wonder why her influence is so titanic
with each title she possessed in her mythology.
The elusive description baffles scholars and done
is the speculation of her pompous regalia.
Whittling patterns of history
Matching the mystery of her paraphernalia
inducting a sensual twist to her prophesy.
With an ellipse guiding its chosen course
we gather our focus so overwhelmingly gigantic.
Juno, the mother of Mars and daughter of Saturn
Jupiter adored her with his tumultuous voice.
Giving exaltations as she protects our subtle turns
with a sense of due respect as her modest choice.
Peering through a gorgeous night
Heavenly bodies steal the sunlight
The eleventh dimension is where we interlace
Happening beyond time and space
Amorphous dust is scattered about
across the Milky Way quite forthright.
Many giant planets are forming, burning
oscillating respectively in their kinetics turning
in a cycle of eventually permanent orbits.
Supernovas and galaxies are then transported
Stars are born bursting incandescently.
Others are dying and will be exported forward
forming another inception, magnificently
twinkling, radiating in a cosmic orchard.
Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
The interstellar Queen awakes my scintillating fantasy
Feeling secure within her gentle affection
Protecting my emotions from worrisome paranoia
Helping to disrupt the processes of agony
Stimulating a most wondrous and positive aura
We will radiate our internal warmth of perfection.
Suspended unresolved and heeding reality
we summon our secret prayers confidently
to beckon the benign with their gracious predisposition.
Ovidus had submerged himself in February's etymology
awarding us all an art of understanding our passions.
As Juno safeguards our matrimonial euphoria we rejoice
in the naivety of a newborn's innocent psychology.
As the infants dance with their patriarch in fashion
Nature will blossom accentuating the romantic.
Quasars and pulsars regenerate Juno's birth rite
as the strings resonate through interspace.
Commencing the ceremonial wonders she invites
the serene, the calm, the tranquil and the commonplace.
Imposing her impressive manner her compassion
exudes with a most pleasurable phraseology.
Flowing through a nebula is a melody so dynamic
to tame her rugged edges as a beam crossed her face.
Sing a song to Juno, the queen of the asteroids
Ring a gong for Pluto, the whiz of the astral void.
Glissading angelically, divinely enthralled, we light
the candles of an ancient altar which employs
our fate to navigate our praises to her with grace.
Stupendously flabbergasted with the foresight
of a genius we decipher the complexity of cosmology.
Overcoming vibrations sound over a panoramic
elegance releasing an ambience of gamma rays
emitting solace to perfect our glamorous ideology.
Spoken in limericks and riddles which rhymed
enacting our internal process of cryptology
we retire in recluse amidst her consoling delight.